"It's not a turra, I don't deny that some shake in this
head wouldn't calm this molestia of the silence. It's obvious that vossa
excelenia knows what is a turra! So, everyday I go to my terraço and I see myself climbing the stairs to the nuvens where
they make the pencils of cotao, and they say that I cannot take such categorical
pencils just like that, I need to distract them and depois I can only take the
pencils with the point of my feet, which is a big mess because I have to walk
on pé
coxinho what leaves me extremely
exhausted. And soi put myself playing the tontonton and they dance tanto tanto
that all the cotao is in rebolico and it starts to nevar in the briks of my
curral. And so I can rest! I think it's the
tun!.........................Os pastores vieram em
auxílio do resineiro with a box of tools, e na mesma noite que a motorizada was
ready, Manuel put fire to the mountains of jornais do quarto, arrastou-se até ao
trono da motorizada sinfónica and disappeared in the middle of the fog. Os
pastores ficaram a vê-lo afastar-se and wished him good luck. Alguns minutos
depois o fogo gerava grande alvoroço in the litle village, the people were
thinking that Manuel, o resineiro inválido e louco tinha sido carbonizado no
meio das pilhas dos jornais sujos de resina. The single woman vidente
transformed the room carbonizado numa especie de santuário e a estória de
Manuel, the resine man that died carbonized remained in the imaginário
taverneiro da região. Na verdade, Manuel is alive and can be found nas grandes
avenidas da capital paying violin to the passerbys a bordo do seu triciclo
motorizado. As pessoas que gostam de o ouvir depositam moedas no porta bagagens
do sua motorizada, and Manuel says thanks with the same enigmatic
words of ever «O soldo que acaba de depositar aos pés do desalmado ponta de
lança faz crescer castelos de areia nas nalgas reformuladas por critérios
subjacentes»." by carmen e ufus